POETRY PROMPT
I Took My Will To The Supermarket
A feminist poem about alignment.

I took my will to the supermarket What a trip! — She said That’s the only one we’re getting these days
She filled the basket with chocolate and coffee We queued at the check-out A man’s will asked if he could be served first I only have a few stuff — he said Of course — said my will - go on
So the man called three of his mates and they all put things on the belt
Excuse me — said my will This is not fair
Honey, it’s me and my mates there’s the Superbowl going on can’t we be late?
Excuse her — said another woman’s will That is not fair
Love, mind your own business — said a man’s will Excuse her — said their will That is not fair
We took our wills to the director’s office and they said it was none of their business
Who’s business is it then? — said my will This is your supermarket! — said my mate’s wills Rock, paper, scissors?
We got to a count. 4 to 3 wills. Democracy, baby! — said my will
We, the winning wills will have chocolate and coffee, there’s the Superbowl going on, can’t we be late?
When there is (more than) one will, there is a way.
This is a response to Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她)’s poetry prompt: “when there’s a will, there’s a way”. Tagging: Aimée Gramblin | Melanie J. | Michael Trigg | Julia Appa | Tosin Sanusi
